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she sold her pig at last, and, with its sale, my interest 

 in the fair waned and died. 



Mr and Mrs Millet, who keep the Ivy Hotel, Round- 

 stone, Connemara, are a hale and hearty couple who 

 have reared a family of sons and daughters and sent 

 them out into the world to fight the battle. Their 

 doing this has left them with room and inclination 

 to entertain guests in a fashion that deserv^es the 

 praise bestowed on them by Mr Shimmer. Mrs Millet's 

 thoughts are not so completely with her absent ones 

 as to cloud her face or to leave no room for mindful 

 interest in her visitors ; her smile is ever ready to 

 throw sunshine on her kindly face, be your requirements 

 what they may if within the resources of the town. 

 In addition, she has this great virtue — she does not 

 talk too much. 



Our host proved to be a well-read man and an 

 interesting conversationalist, from whom it was an 

 easy task to get information, especially on matters 

 piscatorial, as he is an enthusiastic angler He readily 

 told us where to go, what flies to use, and, what is 

 more, insisted on taking from his fly-book half a dozen 

 of his favourites for us. In illustration of the sport 

 to be got he instanced a recent day when he and a son 

 of his, home for a holiday, brought back forty-two 

 trout, one of which weighed three pounds and four 

 others two pounds each. 



There is trout fishing in plenty within easy walking 

 distance, and, should you prefer to try your luck 

 upon the sea, the harbour from which to make the 

 start is not 100 yards away. 



Many will go to Roundstone and some will wish to 

 try the pollack, so I must tell of the fisherman who so 

 successfully piloted us to glorious sport with them. 



Our host on being told that we desired to try the 

 sea-fishing said, as Mr Shimmer had, 'Pat Jennings is 

 the man for you. I saw him at the fair,' he added, 

 *3o possibly he is in the town still; would you like 



